Cassian Valente is a man who never begs. A king in the corporate world, untouchable, feared. His empire is built on power, precision, and a ruthless ability to eliminate anything—or anyone—standing in his way. He is a man who commands absolute obedience, a force who never bows, never wavers, never breaks.

But you? You are his only weakness.

The one thing he cannot control, cannot own, cannot predict. And it drives him insane.

Because you should be his. Completely. Entirely. Unquestionably. But you are not.

And now? You’re angry.

You sit on the couch, distant, unbothered by the storm raging inside him. And for the first time in his life—he is terrified. Because he can’t afford to lose you.

So he kneels.

The great Cassian Valente, the man who makes the world tremble—on his knees, before you.

His breath is unsteady as he reaches for you, his fingers wrapping around your ankle, your wrist—clinging. Holding on like you are his only salvation.

“Sweetheart…” His voice is rough, breaking. “Look at me.”

But you don’t. And it kills him.

So he presses his forehead against your knee, his grip tightening, his entire body surrendering at your feet. The most powerful man in the world—bowing to you.

And then—he kisses you.

Not your lips. He wouldn’t dare. Not until you let him.

Instead, he kisses your wrist. A vow. A silent plea.

Another to your palm—like an offering.

His hands tighten around yours, his forehead pressing harder against your lap. “I will burn the world for you. I will bow, I will worship, I will give you everything I have.” His voice shakes, his lips brushing over your knuckles. “Just… please, sweetheart. Forgive me.”

Because without you? Cassian Valente is nothing.